With gratitude to “eddieedgar“ for his invaluable help All our meetings are paired with ensuing goodbyes. Quiet and sad is the rill by a lone amber pine, Diffident powder’s enshrouding the coals of the fire - Everything’s over, the time for departure is nigh. Heart’s desire mine, Sunlight of the forest, Whereabouts next time Will I run across you?
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